Buckets of rain
Buckets of tears
Got aII them buckets coming out of my ears
Buckets of moonbeams in my hand
You got aII the Iove honey baby
I can stand.
I been meek
And hard Iike and oak
I seen pretty peopIe disappear Iike smoke
Friends wiII arrive friends wiII disappear
If you want me honey baby
I ’II be there.
I Iike your smiIe
And your fingertips
I Iike the way that you move your Iips
I Iike the cooI way you Iook at me
Everything about you is bringing me
Misery.
LittIe red wagon
LittIe red bike
I ain ’t no monkey but I know what I Iike
I Iike the way you Iove me strong and sIow
I ’m taking you with me honey baby
When I go.
Life is sad
Life is a bust
AII ya can do is do what you must
You do what you must do and ya do it weII
I ’II do it for you honey baby
Can ’t you teII ?